Margaret sat on the bed beside him, looking at his worried expression.
Hawkeye didn't want to compete with Donald, that was the last thing he
wanted to do. Donald would only cause problems and make things worse for
their newly developing relationship. If Donald wanted her back he'd have to
kill him first. Hawkeye was watching the woman beside him; she was just
starring back at him. "Margaret?" He asked when she didn't say anything.
"Sweetie, are you okay? Please say something."
Margaret let out a deep breath and fell back onto the bed. Hawkeye looked at her with confusion; he'd been expecting a little more elaborate reaction. Maybe along the lines of a scream of some kind at least, or a look of dread at the sound of her ex-husband's name. Margaret pulled up the blanket and covered her face and head. Hawkeye rolled over and looked at her strangely. "I can't believe he called." She said still under the covers. Hawkeye smiled, for a moment he was worried she was glad he called. "I wasn't expecting to hear from him until we got back. He could have at least waited." She said suddenly. The very thing he had been dreading she had just said. Hawkeye's eyes widened and he became very nervous.
"Margaret?" He asked timidly. Why would she be expecting a call from him? He suddenly felt deflated, as if someone had kicked him in the stomach. Hawkeye laid back against the mattress. "Why would he call you?" He could feel her moving underneath the blankets. She crawled across the space between them and climbed onto him. Margaret appeared out from under the pile of blankets and laid down on his chest. She looked at him; their noses were almost touching.
"Do you remember when I first filed for divorce?" She asked him as she continued to stare into his deep eyes. Hawkeye nodded, he didn't say anything, he just listened. "Do you remember that he also closed our joint checking account and refused me access to my money?" Hawkeye nodded again. He wasn't sure where she was going with this, but he was hoping it wasn't back to Donald. Margaret had gotten over going for guys with thick check books a long time ago, at least he thought she did. "A couple weeks ago I filed a suit against him, I'm hoping this way I'll be able to recover my money that he stole." She said as she searched his eyes. He looked confused and worried. "Hawkeye." She smiled. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay right here with you."
Hawkeye grinned at this. "I know." He said softly. Gently he pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "You don't have to do this you know. I can take care you."
Margaret smiled. "I know. But Donald took something that I worked very hard to earn. It was me who achieved my rank, not him or any other man. I don't want to think that I let him take part of that away."
Hawkeye understood how she felt. She earned every single penny. "I've never liked Donald. I haven't liked him from the day you told us you were getting married."
"Really?" She asked. Margaret knew he didn't like Donald, but she didn't know he hated him even when they were only dating.
Hawkeye shook his head. "Oh yeah. From the moment you stepped off that jeep and told me and BJ that you were engaged."
"But you didn't know Donald then. You hadn't even ever met him before."
"Do you really need a reason to hate a man who's marrying the woman you love?" He asked softly. Hawkeye ran a hand across her check.
"Oh Hawkeye." She let her hand rest on top of his. "I never knew."
His eyes were suddenly very dark. "And when I found out that he had hurt you, I'd never hated anyone so badly in my life." Hawkeye was still speaking in a low voice. "I've made a vow never to take another human life. But if I would have seen him right then, I wouldn't have had a problem killing him."
Margaret wasn't sure what to think. She had never heard him say anything like that before. At time she was very afraid because it was a side she had really never seen of him, yet at the other she was very touched that he cared that deeply about her. Hawkeye knew what she was thinking; she didn't know how to digest that.
"Don't be frightened." He caressed her cheek with his thumb. "It's just that when I saw you hurting so bad, I felt like he had stolen part of my heart as well. The only thing that I have ever cared about was your happiness. Even if it meant with another guy."
Margaret smiled sadly. She knew he meant it. He'd always been more concerned about her rather than himself. "You're the only man that can make me happy." She whispered as she tilted her head towards his. "I want you and only you." Softly she touched her lips to his. Hawkeye laid still and closed his eyes as she did this. Even the slightest touches sent shivers up his spine. He moved his lips slightly as she touched hers against his again. "I love you." She mumbled against his soft lips.
"I love you too." He smiled against her mouth. She kissed him a little firmer now, letting her lips press against his bottom one. Hawkeye opened his mouth slightly; kissing her top lip slowly as her tongue darted inside his mouth and back out. Margaret pushed herself up more with her legs so she was directly on top of him. Her mouth was positioned right over his. They were kissing gingerly, not heated, but filled with passion and lust. Hawkeye raised his chest as she tried to push his head back further to deepen the kiss. She brought her hands up to his chest and let them drift behind his head so she could control his movements better. His hands crept across her sides and down her back and pulled her tighter against him. After a few more minutes of kissing lovingly, Hawkeye rolled them over. This time he was on top and pinned her against the bed as he ravished her mouth. Margaret's hands went to his face and she outlined every curve with her fingers. She then moved them up and relished in the feel of his hair as they ran through his scalp and down the back of his neck. Hawkeye's hands drifted to her hips; quickly he pulled her down so she was lying flat under him. He pulled up the mound of blankets and threw them over their heads, burying them beneath so even the morning sun couldn't touch them.
A few hours later they finally got out of bed after making love two more times. Margaret showered while Hawkeye laid under the covers waiting for his turn. He had begged her to let him in, but she declined him by saying that they would never make their flight, he had roaming hands that never seemed to know when to stop. Finally after numerous accounts of begging and kissing, she pulled away from him and ran to the shower.
Suddenly Hawkeye heard the shower shut off and the door open. He closed his eyes and lay completely still as she entered the room. Margaret walked across the carpet with her towel wrapped around her. She looked at him strangely, he was lying in the center of the bed with his arms opened out and his legs spread eagle, too bad for Margaret, he was wearing a sheet around his waist. Casually she walked over to her suitcase and began to get dressed. Hawkeye lifted his head and opened one eye as she dropped her towel to reveal her naked form. He grinned as he watched her and then quickly laid back down when she turned to look at him. Margaret knew he was watching her, he was Hawkeye. The first time they made love he insisted on sitting back and looking her up and down when it was over, he claimed he'd never had a chance to look at her properly, yeah right.
Margaret grinned as she put on her slip and walked over to where he was lying on the bed. She could tell he was trying hard not to laugh, the corners of his mouth were slightly turning up. Softly she ran her fingers through his hair as if her were a little boy. Suddenly hit him in the stomach, causing him to let out a gasp and laugh as he rolled over.
"It's your turn to shower." She laughed as he held his stomach and laughed even harder.
"How did you know I was awake? For all you know I could really have been sleeping." He said as he came to rest on his belly.
"I know what you look like when you're sleeping. I should know, I sleep with you at least four times a week. You either take up the whole cot so I'm lying on you, or you're half lying on me breathing in my ear." She smiled at him coyly. "You make the cutest little whine when you're asleep."
Hawkeye grinned and covered his face with his hand. "Do I really?"
"You certainly do. But don't worry." She put her hand out. "I think it's cute. Not to mention sexy."
"Well cute is my middle name."
"Actually, it's more like stinky at the moment." She exaggerated as she sniffed him.
"What do you think I've been doing all morning? Play chess?" He asked her in surprise. Margaret started to laugh. "You better watch it."
"Or what?"
"Or something bad is going to happen."
"Like what?" She stifled another laugh.
"How would you like to finally get all that extra cot space you've been complaining about?" He asked as he sat up and made towards the edge of the bed.
"You wouldn't?" She asked in surprise, half mocking him.
"Just watch me, you keep teasing and hitting me...." He smiled brightly as he stood up, holding the sheet around his waist. Margaret's eyes widened when she saw him back up with the bed covers.
"You uh..you planning on taking those back with you?" She sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs.
"What makes you think I'd walk around here naked?"
"Oh come on. Since when have you been shy about showing me your body?"
"Since two minutes ago." He headed towards the bathroom.
"Well, we'll just have to fix that won't we?" She smiled coyly again. Suddenly she grabbed the edge of the sheet and pulled it from him, leaving him with nothing but the smile on his face.
"I really wish we didn't have to go back so soon." Hawkeye fumed as he sat down in the seat next to her. "We were just starting to have fun." Margaret chuckled lightly, he'd always considered sex fun. "Have you noticed how many people are on here?" He expressed suddenly as he gripped the armrest. He'd just realized where they were and it hit him hard. The bus was beginning to rumble beneath them. Bus rides, especially filled with a lot of people usually triggered his claustrophobia, the cabin space was so small, it reminded him of the cave especially with the windows closed.
Margaret could tell it was already beginning to take affect and they weren't even on the road yet. His knuckles were turning white as he gripped the armrest firmer. "It's okay." She told him in a soothing voice as she caressed his hand, trying to get him to loosen his grip. "There's plenty of air in here. You're going to be just fine." She looped her arm through his and rubbed his bicep.
"I know we're not going to run out of air and we're not going to crash and be crushed alive, but that's what's going to happen. So lets just forget about it." He barely whispered. His eyes were closed and his jaw was clenched tightly.
"Take a deep breath and let it out slowly." Hawkeye did as he was told and Margaret felt his grip begin to relax. Now was her time to act. "Why don't we just put this up okay?" She asked as she tried to pull his hand off the armrest. He was clutching to it with a steal grip and refused to let go. "Hawkeye...let....go...now!" She breathed as she pushed his hand off. Finally she was able to push the rest up and fold it out of the way. Margaret scooted closer, putting her arm around him. "I'm here. Everything's fine." She said softly.
"Everything will be fine when I get off this bus." He was scared to death, his voice was shaking. Hawkeye's face was pale and his palms were sweaty, Margaret could feel how clammy his skin was against hers. She pulled him closer and let him rest his head on her shoulder as she rubbed his back and neck.
As soon as the bus slowed and came to a stop along the dusty road Hawkeye jumped up and was off before Margaret could stop him. When she finally stepped off he was lying in the tall grass, breathing heavily. The bus pulled away, leaving them by the side of the road. "Now why was it that Klinger couldn't pick us up again?" She asked as she set her suitcase down and sat down on it.
"Klinger went to Inchon to get an emergency case of penicillin. Colonel Potter said another five cases were stolen last night. There's a unit down there that was willing to spare some and he had no choice but to send him." Hawkeye commented from the grass beside her.
"Couldn't they have sent someone else to pick us up?" They were sitting in the middle of who knows where.
"They were expecting heavy casualties. Without you and I they're understaffed. Who could have they spared?"
"You have a good point." Margaret stood up and looked around. "So now what?"
"We walk."
"How come I'm not surprised?" Margaret put her hands on her hips and looked down the road.
"Oh it's not that long of a walk. Only like, ten miles from the camp." Hawkeye too stood up. Now that he was off the crowded bus he felt wonderful.
Margaret looked at him and dropped her hands. "Ten miles!" She gasped.
"Yeah ten miles. Margaret, it's not that long of a walk." He was laughing at her now.
"But my new heals! I just bought them. If we walk all that way on this road it's going to ruin them!" She gestured to her shoes.
"Then take them off." He said as he picked up their bags.
"What?! Take them off and walk in my bare feet?" Margaret yelled as he started to walk away.
"Or you can stand there all day." He shouted back.
"Wait...where are you going?" He was walking farther and farther away. Suddenly he stopped and turned around and looked at her.
"You can stand here all day if you like. I'd like to get to the camp before the snipers get back from lunch, but that's just me."
Margaret shot glances all around her. She'd forgotten about snipers. "Wait for me!" She pulled off her heels and ran after him. Hawkeye smiled as she ran towards him.
"What are you smiling at?" She demanded when she reached him.
"Nothing absolutely nothing." He chuckled.
"Well look at that!" Potter stopped the ball and pointed to the sight making it's way up the road. BJ and Potter has been playing a game of basketball and stopped when they saw Hawkeye and Margaret coming towards them.
Margaret was sitting atop a cow as a rather small Korean gentleman led it. Hawkeye was walking beside them carrying their suitcases. He smiled wildly as he spotted his friends and noticed the confused looks on their faces.
"Hey!" BJ called when they were within distance. "What the hell is that?"
"That." Hawkeye pointed to the animal walking behind him. "Is the cow I had to rent after two miles of walking. She got tired and was complaining that her feet were hurting."
BJ shook his head. "She didn't want to ruin her shoes did she?"
"It's like they were made out of gold or something!" Hawkeye exclaimed.
"Son." Colonel Potter chipped in. "Don't argue with a woman about her shoes. It's a losing battle."
"He's right you know. It's the pain we have to bare as husbands."
"But we're not even married!" He exclaimed. "It shouldn't count against me." Colonel Potter chuckled and patted the younger doctor's shoulder before helping Margaret off the cow.
"It sounds like you had some trip." He laughed as Margaret fell back against him.
"Trip isn't the word for it!" She cried. Potter laughed again.
"Call it a natural experience." BJ quipped.
"It was more like an Exodus! Like it would never end!" Margaret shot back.
"But at least you saved your shoes right?" Potter asked from behind her. Hawkeye and Margaret stood silent. BJ and Potter looked from one to the other. "Am I right?"
Hawkeye put his hand over his mouth and then scratched his chin before mumbling, "She dropped them."
Both men looked at them with disbelief. "She dropped them?" The Colonel asked.
Hawkeye started laughing hard. "There's more!" He cried between gasps as he laughed. Margaret crossed her arms in anger. "She dropped them on the road and a passing transport ran over them." Hawkeye was doubling over now, he could hardly breathe.
"She didn't?" BJ said to Hawkeye. Then turning to Margaret, "You didn't?" Angrily she nodded in reply.
"Well hot damn! You mean to tell me you went through all that hassle only to ruin them anyway?" Potter asked in shock.
"Oh buzz off!" She yelled as the two of them burst into laughter along side Hawkeye.
"Aww honey." Hawkeye walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her. "I'm sorry, I wasn't laughing at you. Honest."
BJ's eyes widened when he heard what Hawkeye said and looked at his C.O. in shock. Potter had also heard it, but decided to dismiss it. Quietly he told BJ to forget it. He'd find out all about it later.
Hawkeye burst into a fit of giggles once more. The whole thing was just too ridiculous when you thought about it. In a fit of anger she pushed him away. Margaret picked up her bag and steamed off to her tent as the three men laughed even louder.
When they quieted down Potter said. "So you rented her a cow?"
"Her feet were killing her. I would have carried her but I had all that luggage!"
"I don't get you two sometimes, you know that?" He was still chuckling.
"You know what?" Hawkeye asked between breaths as his friends giggled. "Me neither!"
Margaret let out a deep breath and fell back onto the bed. Hawkeye looked at her with confusion; he'd been expecting a little more elaborate reaction. Maybe along the lines of a scream of some kind at least, or a look of dread at the sound of her ex-husband's name. Margaret pulled up the blanket and covered her face and head. Hawkeye rolled over and looked at her strangely. "I can't believe he called." She said still under the covers. Hawkeye smiled, for a moment he was worried she was glad he called. "I wasn't expecting to hear from him until we got back. He could have at least waited." She said suddenly. The very thing he had been dreading she had just said. Hawkeye's eyes widened and he became very nervous.
"Margaret?" He asked timidly. Why would she be expecting a call from him? He suddenly felt deflated, as if someone had kicked him in the stomach. Hawkeye laid back against the mattress. "Why would he call you?" He could feel her moving underneath the blankets. She crawled across the space between them and climbed onto him. Margaret appeared out from under the pile of blankets and laid down on his chest. She looked at him; their noses were almost touching.
"Do you remember when I first filed for divorce?" She asked him as she continued to stare into his deep eyes. Hawkeye nodded, he didn't say anything, he just listened. "Do you remember that he also closed our joint checking account and refused me access to my money?" Hawkeye nodded again. He wasn't sure where she was going with this, but he was hoping it wasn't back to Donald. Margaret had gotten over going for guys with thick check books a long time ago, at least he thought she did. "A couple weeks ago I filed a suit against him, I'm hoping this way I'll be able to recover my money that he stole." She said as she searched his eyes. He looked confused and worried. "Hawkeye." She smiled. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay right here with you."
Hawkeye grinned at this. "I know." He said softly. Gently he pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "You don't have to do this you know. I can take care you."
Margaret smiled. "I know. But Donald took something that I worked very hard to earn. It was me who achieved my rank, not him or any other man. I don't want to think that I let him take part of that away."
Hawkeye understood how she felt. She earned every single penny. "I've never liked Donald. I haven't liked him from the day you told us you were getting married."
"Really?" She asked. Margaret knew he didn't like Donald, but she didn't know he hated him even when they were only dating.
Hawkeye shook his head. "Oh yeah. From the moment you stepped off that jeep and told me and BJ that you were engaged."
"But you didn't know Donald then. You hadn't even ever met him before."
"Do you really need a reason to hate a man who's marrying the woman you love?" He asked softly. Hawkeye ran a hand across her check.
"Oh Hawkeye." She let her hand rest on top of his. "I never knew."
His eyes were suddenly very dark. "And when I found out that he had hurt you, I'd never hated anyone so badly in my life." Hawkeye was still speaking in a low voice. "I've made a vow never to take another human life. But if I would have seen him right then, I wouldn't have had a problem killing him."
Margaret wasn't sure what to think. She had never heard him say anything like that before. At time she was very afraid because it was a side she had really never seen of him, yet at the other she was very touched that he cared that deeply about her. Hawkeye knew what she was thinking; she didn't know how to digest that.
"Don't be frightened." He caressed her cheek with his thumb. "It's just that when I saw you hurting so bad, I felt like he had stolen part of my heart as well. The only thing that I have ever cared about was your happiness. Even if it meant with another guy."
Margaret smiled sadly. She knew he meant it. He'd always been more concerned about her rather than himself. "You're the only man that can make me happy." She whispered as she tilted her head towards his. "I want you and only you." Softly she touched her lips to his. Hawkeye laid still and closed his eyes as she did this. Even the slightest touches sent shivers up his spine. He moved his lips slightly as she touched hers against his again. "I love you." She mumbled against his soft lips.
"I love you too." He smiled against her mouth. She kissed him a little firmer now, letting her lips press against his bottom one. Hawkeye opened his mouth slightly; kissing her top lip slowly as her tongue darted inside his mouth and back out. Margaret pushed herself up more with her legs so she was directly on top of him. Her mouth was positioned right over his. They were kissing gingerly, not heated, but filled with passion and lust. Hawkeye raised his chest as she tried to push his head back further to deepen the kiss. She brought her hands up to his chest and let them drift behind his head so she could control his movements better. His hands crept across her sides and down her back and pulled her tighter against him. After a few more minutes of kissing lovingly, Hawkeye rolled them over. This time he was on top and pinned her against the bed as he ravished her mouth. Margaret's hands went to his face and she outlined every curve with her fingers. She then moved them up and relished in the feel of his hair as they ran through his scalp and down the back of his neck. Hawkeye's hands drifted to her hips; quickly he pulled her down so she was lying flat under him. He pulled up the mound of blankets and threw them over their heads, burying them beneath so even the morning sun couldn't touch them.
A few hours later they finally got out of bed after making love two more times. Margaret showered while Hawkeye laid under the covers waiting for his turn. He had begged her to let him in, but she declined him by saying that they would never make their flight, he had roaming hands that never seemed to know when to stop. Finally after numerous accounts of begging and kissing, she pulled away from him and ran to the shower.
Suddenly Hawkeye heard the shower shut off and the door open. He closed his eyes and lay completely still as she entered the room. Margaret walked across the carpet with her towel wrapped around her. She looked at him strangely, he was lying in the center of the bed with his arms opened out and his legs spread eagle, too bad for Margaret, he was wearing a sheet around his waist. Casually she walked over to her suitcase and began to get dressed. Hawkeye lifted his head and opened one eye as she dropped her towel to reveal her naked form. He grinned as he watched her and then quickly laid back down when she turned to look at him. Margaret knew he was watching her, he was Hawkeye. The first time they made love he insisted on sitting back and looking her up and down when it was over, he claimed he'd never had a chance to look at her properly, yeah right.
Margaret grinned as she put on her slip and walked over to where he was lying on the bed. She could tell he was trying hard not to laugh, the corners of his mouth were slightly turning up. Softly she ran her fingers through his hair as if her were a little boy. Suddenly hit him in the stomach, causing him to let out a gasp and laugh as he rolled over.
"It's your turn to shower." She laughed as he held his stomach and laughed even harder.
"How did you know I was awake? For all you know I could really have been sleeping." He said as he came to rest on his belly.
"I know what you look like when you're sleeping. I should know, I sleep with you at least four times a week. You either take up the whole cot so I'm lying on you, or you're half lying on me breathing in my ear." She smiled at him coyly. "You make the cutest little whine when you're asleep."
Hawkeye grinned and covered his face with his hand. "Do I really?"
"You certainly do. But don't worry." She put her hand out. "I think it's cute. Not to mention sexy."
"Well cute is my middle name."
"Actually, it's more like stinky at the moment." She exaggerated as she sniffed him.
"What do you think I've been doing all morning? Play chess?" He asked her in surprise. Margaret started to laugh. "You better watch it."
"Or what?"
"Or something bad is going to happen."
"Like what?" She stifled another laugh.
"How would you like to finally get all that extra cot space you've been complaining about?" He asked as he sat up and made towards the edge of the bed.
"You wouldn't?" She asked in surprise, half mocking him.
"Just watch me, you keep teasing and hitting me...." He smiled brightly as he stood up, holding the sheet around his waist. Margaret's eyes widened when she saw him back up with the bed covers.
"You uh..you planning on taking those back with you?" She sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs.
"What makes you think I'd walk around here naked?"
"Oh come on. Since when have you been shy about showing me your body?"
"Since two minutes ago." He headed towards the bathroom.
"Well, we'll just have to fix that won't we?" She smiled coyly again. Suddenly she grabbed the edge of the sheet and pulled it from him, leaving him with nothing but the smile on his face.
"I really wish we didn't have to go back so soon." Hawkeye fumed as he sat down in the seat next to her. "We were just starting to have fun." Margaret chuckled lightly, he'd always considered sex fun. "Have you noticed how many people are on here?" He expressed suddenly as he gripped the armrest. He'd just realized where they were and it hit him hard. The bus was beginning to rumble beneath them. Bus rides, especially filled with a lot of people usually triggered his claustrophobia, the cabin space was so small, it reminded him of the cave especially with the windows closed.
Margaret could tell it was already beginning to take affect and they weren't even on the road yet. His knuckles were turning white as he gripped the armrest firmer. "It's okay." She told him in a soothing voice as she caressed his hand, trying to get him to loosen his grip. "There's plenty of air in here. You're going to be just fine." She looped her arm through his and rubbed his bicep.
"I know we're not going to run out of air and we're not going to crash and be crushed alive, but that's what's going to happen. So lets just forget about it." He barely whispered. His eyes were closed and his jaw was clenched tightly.
"Take a deep breath and let it out slowly." Hawkeye did as he was told and Margaret felt his grip begin to relax. Now was her time to act. "Why don't we just put this up okay?" She asked as she tried to pull his hand off the armrest. He was clutching to it with a steal grip and refused to let go. "Hawkeye...let....go...now!" She breathed as she pushed his hand off. Finally she was able to push the rest up and fold it out of the way. Margaret scooted closer, putting her arm around him. "I'm here. Everything's fine." She said softly.
"Everything will be fine when I get off this bus." He was scared to death, his voice was shaking. Hawkeye's face was pale and his palms were sweaty, Margaret could feel how clammy his skin was against hers. She pulled him closer and let him rest his head on her shoulder as she rubbed his back and neck.
As soon as the bus slowed and came to a stop along the dusty road Hawkeye jumped up and was off before Margaret could stop him. When she finally stepped off he was lying in the tall grass, breathing heavily. The bus pulled away, leaving them by the side of the road. "Now why was it that Klinger couldn't pick us up again?" She asked as she set her suitcase down and sat down on it.
"Klinger went to Inchon to get an emergency case of penicillin. Colonel Potter said another five cases were stolen last night. There's a unit down there that was willing to spare some and he had no choice but to send him." Hawkeye commented from the grass beside her.
"Couldn't they have sent someone else to pick us up?" They were sitting in the middle of who knows where.
"They were expecting heavy casualties. Without you and I they're understaffed. Who could have they spared?"
"You have a good point." Margaret stood up and looked around. "So now what?"
"We walk."
"How come I'm not surprised?" Margaret put her hands on her hips and looked down the road.
"Oh it's not that long of a walk. Only like, ten miles from the camp." Hawkeye too stood up. Now that he was off the crowded bus he felt wonderful.
Margaret looked at him and dropped her hands. "Ten miles!" She gasped.
"Yeah ten miles. Margaret, it's not that long of a walk." He was laughing at her now.
"But my new heals! I just bought them. If we walk all that way on this road it's going to ruin them!" She gestured to her shoes.
"Then take them off." He said as he picked up their bags.
"What?! Take them off and walk in my bare feet?" Margaret yelled as he started to walk away.
"Or you can stand there all day." He shouted back.
"Wait...where are you going?" He was walking farther and farther away. Suddenly he stopped and turned around and looked at her.
"You can stand here all day if you like. I'd like to get to the camp before the snipers get back from lunch, but that's just me."
Margaret shot glances all around her. She'd forgotten about snipers. "Wait for me!" She pulled off her heels and ran after him. Hawkeye smiled as she ran towards him.
"What are you smiling at?" She demanded when she reached him.
"Nothing absolutely nothing." He chuckled.
"Well look at that!" Potter stopped the ball and pointed to the sight making it's way up the road. BJ and Potter has been playing a game of basketball and stopped when they saw Hawkeye and Margaret coming towards them.
Margaret was sitting atop a cow as a rather small Korean gentleman led it. Hawkeye was walking beside them carrying their suitcases. He smiled wildly as he spotted his friends and noticed the confused looks on their faces.
"Hey!" BJ called when they were within distance. "What the hell is that?"
"That." Hawkeye pointed to the animal walking behind him. "Is the cow I had to rent after two miles of walking. She got tired and was complaining that her feet were hurting."
BJ shook his head. "She didn't want to ruin her shoes did she?"
"It's like they were made out of gold or something!" Hawkeye exclaimed.
"Son." Colonel Potter chipped in. "Don't argue with a woman about her shoes. It's a losing battle."
"He's right you know. It's the pain we have to bare as husbands."
"But we're not even married!" He exclaimed. "It shouldn't count against me." Colonel Potter chuckled and patted the younger doctor's shoulder before helping Margaret off the cow.
"It sounds like you had some trip." He laughed as Margaret fell back against him.
"Trip isn't the word for it!" She cried. Potter laughed again.
"Call it a natural experience." BJ quipped.
"It was more like an Exodus! Like it would never end!" Margaret shot back.
"But at least you saved your shoes right?" Potter asked from behind her. Hawkeye and Margaret stood silent. BJ and Potter looked from one to the other. "Am I right?"
Hawkeye put his hand over his mouth and then scratched his chin before mumbling, "She dropped them."
Both men looked at them with disbelief. "She dropped them?" The Colonel asked.
Hawkeye started laughing hard. "There's more!" He cried between gasps as he laughed. Margaret crossed her arms in anger. "She dropped them on the road and a passing transport ran over them." Hawkeye was doubling over now, he could hardly breathe.
"She didn't?" BJ said to Hawkeye. Then turning to Margaret, "You didn't?" Angrily she nodded in reply.
"Well hot damn! You mean to tell me you went through all that hassle only to ruin them anyway?" Potter asked in shock.
"Oh buzz off!" She yelled as the two of them burst into laughter along side Hawkeye.
"Aww honey." Hawkeye walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her. "I'm sorry, I wasn't laughing at you. Honest."
BJ's eyes widened when he heard what Hawkeye said and looked at his C.O. in shock. Potter had also heard it, but decided to dismiss it. Quietly he told BJ to forget it. He'd find out all about it later.
Hawkeye burst into a fit of giggles once more. The whole thing was just too ridiculous when you thought about it. In a fit of anger she pushed him away. Margaret picked up her bag and steamed off to her tent as the three men laughed even louder.
When they quieted down Potter said. "So you rented her a cow?"
"Her feet were killing her. I would have carried her but I had all that luggage!"
"I don't get you two sometimes, you know that?" He was still chuckling.
"You know what?" Hawkeye asked between breaths as his friends giggled. "Me neither!"